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Addicted


A mother surcomes to a metal piece of evil... She is addicted to something so powerful, It grasps her every desire Burning every decision She becomes weaker every second She inhales Overpowered by something so small An entity that is not seen but felt She begs to overcome what was so easy to grasp But so hard to let go Addicted she has become.. She can't deny The proof is there Oh, how the days fly bye.. Weeks past since she has spoken to her kids Her parents worry.. Yet she has no care in the world Once she picks up that piece Her mind spins in a whirl Her life in an eternal downfall Stuck in a pit She is Addicted... Finding help is not part of her plan Because she thinks of "it" as a helping hand Something to get rid of all the hurt & distress But in all, She hasn't come to realize her life is an absolute mess She is Addicted...
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MzladyClazz

I am 32 yrs old. I have been writing poetry since the age of 9. Poetry is my way to deal with the struggles of life.I also write short stories and one day would love to publish my collection of poetry and stories.

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